I have learned to live in chaos, become friends with demons of the past, live in parallel to afflictions. The inevitable vaporization into dust never absent from mind. Despite this, consistently finding time to unwind, with limitations on the extent to which I permit the tape of time to rewind. Reviewing with the intent to extract …
Tag: poetic prose
Journeying in Search of More
My hands may always want to grasp, but someday they will collapse inward on themselves. From cradle to grave, we exist between these two modes that we romanticize into eventual somedays, in which we will finally find rest and stay, or at least that is what we pray. What a feat it is to hold …
A Two Sided Truth 